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Sans reached up, grabbing his hands and stretching out his stiff shoulders. All those late nights of trombone practice had really done a number on his back.
“Feeling sore?,” asks his friend.
“Yeah,” he mumbles, “I’ve been practicing a lot lately, and my muscles are super sore.” He looks at the taller man with a smirk. “You know, if I had muscles.”
“Yohohoho! That’s a good one, Sans!” Brook stands from the couch, his massive height towering over Sans’ smaller stature. “Though, I get pretty sore too when I’ve been playing too often. One time, I played my violin for 48 straight hours and thought I would simply collapse into a pile of bones!”
Sans snickers. “Obviously! You’re not as fit as a fiddle anymore, old man.” The two men laugh at his objectively awful joke, his own electronic laugh echoing merrily off the walls of his living room. After playing in Brook’s band for a special performance, Sans had invited the celebrity over to his place for snacks and video games. Though Brook couldn’t really figure out the games, they had a blast exchanging stories and shooting the shit.
“You play really well for someone with so little performance experience, Sans,” Brook comments, walking to the fridge to grab a soda. “You really haven’t performed before?”
“Nah, I like to keep to private shows.” Sans’ foot taps nervously against the hardwood floor. “Keeps me looking mysterious.”
Brook returns to the couch, sitting down with a subtle rattle. “You travel much?”
Sans shakes his head. “Nope. I stay here with my Bro, Papyrus. We go all over the underground, though. I can’t imagine all the cool places you’ve seen, though.” A wistful look fills Sans’ hollow eye holes.
Brook chuckles. “Yohoho! All my life I’ve traveled, and seen so many wonderful things!” He looks at Sans with a soft expression. “Though my favorite part is meeting wonderful people.”
Sans feels a blush begin to form on his fleshless face. How it got there, he doesn’t know. He didn’t know skeletons could blush. Having one of his idols in his home is certainly exciting, though, he even made sure to hide his Soul King posters so as not to embarrass himself in front of the celebrity. Now they sit on the couch, femurs almost touching. “So, you’re a swordsman?”
“Why, yes! One can’t be a member of a pirate crew without some form of self defense,” Brook responds, looking over at the young skeleton. “Would you like to see it?”
Sans chokes on his non-existent spit, blushing harder. How did he know I was thinking about his…
Brook unsheathes his cane sword, it's cold steel glinting in the light of the living room. Sans rubs the back of his neck, embarrassedly. “Oh, cool. Yeah, I’m more of a magic kinda guy myself, but that’s really cool.”
Brook lights up. “Oh wow, magic? Do you have a devil fruit?”
Sans furrows his skull-eyebrows. “What’s that?”
“It’s a magical fruit some say was created by the devil himself. They appear all over the world, and when eaten, grant the user a mystical power!” Brook scoots closer. “Mine is the revive-revive fruit, which I thought was pretty useless at first, until I died, yohohoho!”
Sans looks at him curiously. “You’re human?” The skeletal being sitting next to him certainly doesn’t look human, but then again, Sans had only seen one human.
“Sure am! When I died, my soul went to the land of the dead, but when it went back to get back in, I couldn’t find it! When I did, all that was left was my bones and beautiful afro.” He poofs his hair lovingly.
“You do have amazing hair,” Sans says, looking away bashfully.
“Why thank you!,” Brook responds with a skeletal smile. “I’m glad it stayed, it’s already hard to get dates as a skeleton, let alone without my major lady-magnet.”
“That’s crazy!” Brook looks shocked at the sudden outburst from Sans. “You should be crawling with dates!” Sans catches himself, and puts his fist to his mouth kawaii-ly. “I think you look very handsome.”
Brook also blushes, somehow. He lays a skeletal hand on Sans’ bony lap. “Do you really think so?”
Sans looks up at him as their faces inch closer. “Sexy, even.”
Brook closes in, his hand inching up Sans’ thigh as they draw even nearer. Sans’ smile widens. “Yeah, you totally give me a BONE-er,” he whispers seductively.
“Yohohoho….ho?”
THEY THEN HAVE SKELETON SEX IM SORRY I CANT DO IT (┳Д┳)